January clouds are slate gray & maple trees are scrawny against the canvas of setting sun. Though the winter chill is thick air in this park, there is no wind movement to startle the carpet of dead leaves. The lake is frozen in ice and the ducks are nowhere in sight. I cross the small wooden bridge and marveled at the mossy green and twigs caught in lake's stones.
This time of the year brings new energy and plans for the coming months. Projects for home improvements, writing and attending courses, are scheduled to keep me busy. Hopefully a career change is in the next horizon. I focus in far distance, dreamlike trance...but a beep in my fitbit fitness tracker tells me, it's time to move!
i breathe the stillness
of pond, calmness of bare trees-
night pounces, silent cat
Centennial Park, Mississauga
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Haibun Monday, hosted by Kim Russell. Thanks for your visit.
